#seijoh

Matsukawa: Why?

Hanamaki: Nobody needs that much person.

Iwaizumi: That sentence doesn’t make sense.

Oikawa: It wouldn't from down there.

Iwaizumi: Good.

Hanamaki: I’m saying he’d love planning the funeral.

Oikawa: I already have outfit references.

Matsukawa: I can get us a discount.

Iwaizumi: As a volleyball player, yes.

Matsukawa: As a captain, occasionally.

Hanamaki: As a person—

Oikawa: You can stop there.

So I haven't done any haikyuu yet and I'm obsessed with waka and the seijoh 4... anyways I'm doing a royalty AU idk if theres gonna be a set love interest tho..!! Reader is fem and a pretty princess called rose which is a fake name ( ´∀`) (anything I post w a reader is fem btw so if that's not your cup of tea I totally understand)

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The Kingdom of Roses was known for their thorny yet sweet nobility. The ladies of the court were of fair face and sweet graces. Though none compared to the Crown Jewel. Which happened to be their princess, Rose. Funny, being called rose when that is all your homeland is known for.

The royal family never went by their real names until they reached twenty years of age. Long ago, King Valentin the Seventh trusted many with knowing who he was. His own advisor sold him out for a title in a kingdom far, far away. Every year on February 14th, they mourned and also celebrated King Valentin who heroically sacrificed himself for his wife and their sons.

Rose happened to be born on this day, which felt like an omen of both reincarnation and yet... death. She was turning nineteen this year, which meant soon all throughout the land would know her name other than Rose or Princess of Roses.

Her father thought long and hard about how to handle this situation. The solution he came up with? Marriage. So he invited princes from the shores of Paladinor to the grassy terrains of Crownspire. Hopefully she would choose someone they could trust like Crown Prince Toru of Crownspire or even the son of Duke Matsukawa from the Western Territories.

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Rose woke up in her four poster bed to her maids already preparing her gown and tiara for the day. "Good morning Tulip and Daisy..." She mumbled groggily, sliding her sleep mask onto her nightstand.

"Good morning Princess. Your father wishes you a happy birthday, he's waiting in the dining room." Tulip, her older maid smiled, guiding her to sit at the table and eat breakfast.

Daisy however, quickly got to fixing the bed. "I heard from the cooks he asked for a twenty layer cake with whipped frosting and sugar flowers this year, m'lady."

Rose tilted her head as she gently set her porcelain tea cup on the saucer. "Really? Twenty? I told him I was fine with only ten like last year..."

"I think he does it to spoil our precious girl." Tulip patted her head, helping Daisy with the soft silk blankets. "Don't rush drinking your tea, dear. It's hot. I made sure it was."

Rose hummed, opening her gold locked journal. She picked up her fountain pen and got to writing. 'Dear diary, today is my birthday and first day as official heir to my father's throne. I'll be meeting the Parliament as well as more than just the occasional villager I see when in my carriage... Everybody's got pre-coronation jitters, including me. Except Wiseria, that silly old cat. She's used to being the future queen's pet. I suppose she was one all along.'

Rose got dressed, Daisy tugging at her corset and nearly taking the wind out of her. The Princess rushed out of her bedroom, sliding down the staircase railing like she was six again. The doors to the dining room opened and she hastily caught her breath. "Sorry I'm late, father, Daisy tightened my corset too much again-"

Rose looked up and saw at least six noble boys her age waiting with her parents. "Oh. I didn't know you invited company..."

"Well, boys, this is my daughter. Princess Rose." Her very embarrassed father introduced her, guiding his daughter to sit down next to him and her mother.

Prince Toru didn't seem all that bothered at her tardiness. "It's wonderful to see you again, Princess." He greeted with that charming smile that made every girl at the Academy for Young Princes and Princesses swoon.

"Hello Prince Toru..." Rose coughed, clearing her throat as she adjusted her gloves.

Young Duke Issei, or Mattsun as many referred to him, put a hand on Toru's shoulder. "I think a princess who can apologize for being late is charming, don't you think?" He glanced at the Prince who hummed in agreement.

"We'll leave you to mingle and get to know them, alright?" Her mother patted her hand before walking out after her father.

"Finally they're gone! It sucked having to act like I remembered which fork is the salad fork." Mattsun's act dropped as he slumped in his chair.

Iwaizumi sharpened his sword from his spot at the table. "At least act like you care about making a good impression, Issei? I don't think the Princess wants to hear about your struggles with dining etiquette." Unlike Toru, Iwaizumi wasn't a prince like many thought. He was actually the son of Jisei Hajime, the Captain of Paladinor's royal guards.

"You pain me, Iwaizumi. Truly. I can feel my heart shattering into pieces." Issei fanned himself dramatically, falling backwards as Hanamaki caught him.

"You've broken his heart, Haji. Tore it to pieces." Prince Hanamaki or just Prince Makki of the Southern Isles shook his head in mock disappointment.

Princess Rose watched from her seat. It was hard to tell whether or not she was in a love pentagon. The boys acted like boyfriends rather than just friends.

Prince Toru reached across the table, taking her hand. "Don't worry my dear princess, unlike them, I happen to know how to properly appreciate such a wonderful beauty like you."

Iwaizumi smacked his hand away. "At least ask to hold her hand first."

Toru rubbed his hand, glaring at his best friend. "Not even my butler hits me!"

"They should." Mattsun and Makki snickered. "Smack some sense into you." Mattsun wrapped an arm around the pinkish haired boy.

"How unbecoming, trying to hold the Princess' hand before marriage." Makki tutted, clicking his tongue.

Rose chuckled behind her hand-fan. "Very unbecoming." She closed the fan, setting it down next to her. "But because it happens to be you, I'll let it slide."

Toru stuck his tongue out at Makki and Mattsun before holding her hand again. "See? She clearly wants me to hold her hand."

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⋆.˚ ☾⭒. after match iwaoi .⭒ ☽︎ .˚